she was pleasantly busy and had appointments ex officio while he lingered, talking cool white linen plans, until the first one arrived: a small dark-haired child and her parents (he watched them sit down at a folding table shuffling cards, a ringbound black notebook tossed open, pencils scattered in oblique angles)
'i wonder what the child needs to learn' she had said
their voices were too low to distinguish words but the sound was some mix of whistling engines and rustling reeds. the parents were 30 feet away to the side, the dad pacing/their reflections are stuck on the gymnasium floor, gluey shiny shiny floor he held onto that glance, then without closing the door, sailed toward the vanishing point on soft leather souls, the glass dashed with (hush)rain
sound muffled & moved thru thick fog knotted timestrings and the aura of waiting for something tho it is not clear what we are waiting for. he was noneshallwant though and thought nothing of it. eventually she had to come home again and because we were fast friends, revealed the prototype of a charm design, the moon with a diamond studded star on its nose that was used to win her over
there was slick surface quality to that art i chose to ignore and it seemed to evolve inside a flask of iced vodka crystalline cold. i wondered if the drift of postponement came from that, and if textures consciously or otherwise applied would be best. if it would fall to the ground and bruise like an untended apple probably it was a crab apple, rather than a red delicious (view of the hallway smudged yellow linoleum floor)
the beloved expression lit up her face, her eyes (cocktail with olive) mesmerized held the gaze puffing the words a natural reverberation parisian echo and smoke.
